Mo Li held his forehead, Meng Qi next to him was already eager to try.

Just wait for Huang Biejia to send out this uninvited guest, and they will be able to do it.

"No, no, wait until he returns to his home." Meng Qi pondered for a while, and made a new decision.

It was not that he looked down on this stump, but that he did not want to cause the already chaotic situation to turmoil again.

"Don't be a big one or a small one. But since he can set up many ambush here, he must still have a lot of authority in the patrol yamen. Maybe he is still the confidant of the prefect of Ning Tai, and he is also inviting the people from the King of Wu. You need to be more cautious when arresting him, and it is best not to disturb anyone."

When you step into the house alone, the moment you lie on the bed, you will naturally be the most relaxed.

"Just ask him some things." Meng Qi was confident and glanced at Huang Biejia below and said, "Look at him, he is a smart person, and he should know which is important, truth or life."

Mo Li suddenly raised his hand and pressed Meng Qi down because a masked man came from the eaves in the distance.

This man is very skilled in lightness, as if he is a gentleman on the beam. He did not make any noise when he stepped on the tiles. He also flexibly hid his figure on the back of the roof, revealing only half of his face to observe the movements in the yard.

“It was really lively tonight.”

There are two groups of people watching the show on the roof alone, and there are two groups of people below.

Mo Li looked at the masked man carefully, but the other party was too cautious and his body curled up, so he couldn't tell the difference between men and women, let alone others.

A gust of wind passed, and the black carp keenly caught a trace of smell.

"Um?"

Mo Li looked over there suspiciously, pondering without saying a word.

Meng Qi didn't hear anything, or even if he could not tell the clues after hearing it, the patrol yamen was not a quiet and clean place. In summer, if you accidentally get a little smell of fǔbài in the trench and alleys.

"What?" Meng Qi followed the other side and wanted to act as the masked man who was the oriole.

Mo Li pondered and said, "It seems like a smell of medicine. The incense bag used in summer may be the one we passed by yesterday."

What I passed by was overlooking me while eating meat and drinking porridge on the roof.

Meng Qi touched his nose and said awkwardly: "The incense bags used in summer are nothing more than deworming and removing heat. These people in the martial arts world don't seem to be so particular."

It’s not that people in the world are born to be sloppy, but that they have this spare money, so it’s better to make a pot of wine and eat an extra plate of meat.

It should be noted that the price of these scent bags in the medicine shop is not low. At that time, even an empty plain satin purse could be sold for twenty cents. Most women from poor families use this needlework to supplement their household expenses. The most important thing is to embroider flowers and birds. Adding some spices is not cheap. In this way, a scent bag costs at least half to three cents of silver.

I took three cents of silver to the restaurant, and I could already call a table of wine and meat quickly, and I was drunk.

There are many people in the world who are rich, such as Prince Jinfeng or the direct disciples of a sect, but most of them are still short of them and have one beaten up.

"The smell is very light. It seems that he took off the scent bag before changing into Yexing's clothes. However, after wearing the scent bag for a long time, there will inevitably be some scent residue..."

Mo Li said by himself, then his eyebrows rose up.

Because he smelled the fragrance of osmanthus flowers again, it was only August, and it was not the season for gold osmanthus to bloom, and such trees were not planted in the patrol yamen.

"...It's a woman." Mo Li said affirmatively.

Eighty percent of the time I used osmanthus hair to comb my hair, and Aunt Ge liked this, but unfortunately, there were few people in Zhushan County, Pingzhou, and there was no good osmanthus hair oil. For this reason, I asked someone to buy it in Ma County. After getting it, Aunt Ge was reluctant to use it casually. After half a year, I took it out and saw that the ointment in the box was dried up and half a box was lost, which made Aunt Ge feel very distressed.

Meng Qi looked at Mo Li and suddenly said, "There are probably many women that the doctor has seen."

Not only the sachets sold by the medicine shop, but also the powder, rouge and head oil must have a little understanding of it during the consultation.

Mo Li was amused and cried, and had a sudden inspiration and imitated Meng Qi's tone: "Brother Meng has seen a beautiful and talented woman in the past, probably is far better than me."

When the Chu Dynasty was in its prime, there were no beauties in the Taoist sects, brothels, pear gardens and even the Hu Ji restaurants in Taijing. What kind of beauties are there in the world? Not to mention that when you go in and out of the palace, you will inevitably see musicians. Can you play music and perform in the palace? Can you still look bad? I am afraid that everyone has a unique skill, such as flying music on the drums, and you can play and sing music and compose music.

In addition, the daughters and granddaughters of important officials in various families are considered to be the descendants of "Meng Guoshi". The Chu Dynasty is open-minded, and women play together, having fun, feasting, and playing polo are common. There are two beauties in it who are not as talented as their parents.

So Mo Li and Meng Qi looked at me, and I looked at you, and couldn't help laughing together.

The dragon vein has no feeling about the ugly appearance of a person. Those who are particularly ugly or particularly beautiful will indeed make their eyes lit up because it is different from others and is easier to remember!

"On the other day I will give the doctor a landscape picture." Meng Qi waved his hand and was full of courage.

Mo Li thought to himself that he bet that the painting was Taijing Shangyun Mountain, otherwise he would let him sleep on the same bed with a raccoon!

"Brother Meng is polite. In fact, Xue Lingjun also has a collection of several famous paintings, including "The Picture of Snow on the Cangshan Mountain", which is said to be the snow-capped mountains of Yunzhou, with snowy peaks and no melting all year round..."

Meng Qi's face turned dark to the point that was visible to the naked eye.

How could he not know that the continuous mountains are like a white dragon soaring from afar because of the ice and snow. The local people call it "Tianshan Mountains between Clouds". It is majestic and beautiful. A three-foot scroll of paper can depict a little bit of this scenery? This landscape painting is like a beauty presented to the emperor. Those who can draw a little bit of the style are considered famous masters. If you like it after seeing the picture, it is really even more amazing to see it.

Although there are no dragon veins in the Snow Mountain in Yunzhou, it is indeed beautiful!

Shangyun Mountain Dragon Vein is self-conceived that there is no famous mountain in the world that can surpass yourself, but like humans, they have their own beauty and beauty.

What if, what if Mo Li was fascinated by that mountain?

Meng Qi didn't speak with a dark face.

Mo Li pressed Meng Qi down again with laughter and cry, and then he also shrank into Meng Qi's arms, completely hiding his body.

——They were a little disturbing just now, and the masked man opposite seemed to notice something and looked over.

Fortunately, the fight was almost started in the yard below, which diverted the masked man's attention.

"Huang Yang, don't be verbally good at talking. I'm going to settle this door today." Constable Jin held back his anger and said to the other night walkers behind him, "What are you waiting for? He only has one, can he stop so many of us?"

Huang Biejia smiled and was not in a hurry at all.

Seeing his confident appearance and his extremely uncomfortable look, Constable Jin became even more anxious.

"The organ here has been almost consumed by the people coming from the front. The yard is so big, and it is still the area of ​​the patrol yamen. It is worth noting that he dares to make too much noise. Why are you dragging it out? Are you timid or afraid of death?"

As soon as you say something, the others are unhappy.

"Shocking Tiger, everyone is the only one who follows you on weekdays. That's because you are well-informed and have face on both sides of the officialdom."

"I said why haven't I heard you brag about your senior brother General Ping these days?"

Since the master is turning against each other and in the patrol yamen, Huang Biejia's official position is much higher than a small constable. The thoughts of these people immediately became lively, and they gave the Jin Constable a ugliness with words and words.

People all say that women in the backyard of powerful people are mean and hateful. In fact, what is the difference between men and women in the face of interests?

Constable Jin's face turned pale and shouted: "I don't care whether you want to part with me or seek refuge with others. Now Ningtai wants to know the whereabouts of Mr. Qiu. Who can find clues, is afraid that they won't get any benefits? Don't be caught by the trick of this cunning ghost named Huang!"

Everyone stopped talking and stared at the yard with a fierce look.

Although each has his own thoughts, his eagerness to check the body is the same.

——Mr. Qiu suddenly disappeared, and all his servants died. The news was like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, slashing people's hearts and all forces were restless.

Huang Biejia held his hands behind his back and chuckled: "Constable Jin is indeed a skill in solving the case, but there is no trace. As far as I know, a boxer named Zheng in Fengxing Pavilion should be the last person who has seen Mr. Qiu. What's interesting is that this person also disappeared after leaving Mr. Qiu's villa. Now he has never seen anyone but dies. Constable Jin is a member of Constable Jin, and they were both capable confidants of Bai Yu. Maybe everyone present knows him. Why don't you go to find Zheng Boxer?"

The masked man on the opposite roof couldn't help but look slightly. He obviously attached great importance to this news and wanted to hear more inside.

Detective Jin showed fear when he heard this. Not many people knew about Zheng Boxer’s disappearance.

First, the Lord Qiu came back to suppress everyone, and Mr. Qiu disappeared. At this moment, Constable Jin was almost regretful. He originally thought that Mr. Qiu had a great chance of winning, so he violated Mr. Bao's order without hesitation and stood firmly on the side of the veterans of Fengxing Pavilion. As a result, the situation reversed in just one day.

The veterans of Fengxing Pavilion were still hoping that Mr. Qiu would be safe, but Constable Jin had already planned to find another way out.

Seeing that he had a feud with Huang Yang, the King of Wu must have lost hope. Constable Jin was planning to surrender to the little prince. After all, he was the one Mr. Qiu and Captain Cheng. His senior brother also said that the little prince was not stupid. If he advances like this, he can be loyal to King Ning in the future. If he retreats, he can follow Cheng Jingchuan!

What Constable Jin lacks now is a "meeting gift". For this reason, he has inspired all the experts who have daily interactions and can control them, and is determined to find clues about this case.

——No matter whether Qiu Si pretends to die or is already dead, as long as he gets the truth, Cheng Jingchuan will definitely look down on him.

"Huang doesn't push back and stop the body from being investigated. Could it be that the matter was done by the King of Wu?" Constable Jin was happy when he saw Huang Yang's face change drastically, but he also knew that this statement was untenable and not many people would believe it.

Because Mr. Qiu is definitely not a person who dies so easily...

When Constable Jin thought of Qiu Si, he felt cold.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you don't have such ability." Detective Jin dragged his tone and did not forget to run, "Now you are holding chicken feathers as an arrow, and you are not allowed to check the body. You want the land of Ning Wang to be unstable! Mr. Qiu is in danger and needs someone to rescue him, but you try every means to obstruct me from investigating the case. What is your intention?"

Huang Yang touched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "If you want to investigate the case, you have to order the prefect or the official of the Ministry of Justice. Constable Jin can't count the private errands like this. The patrol yamen is not a place where people in the martial arts world come whenever they want to come or leave when they want to. But since you said that, I just don't let you look at the body, which makes me feel guilty. Well, you can come, and there are only three people going to the ice cellar to see it. There are no more."

The Jin Constable stopped when he saw the opportunity. Although the others were not satisfied, they were about to dawn and no one wanted to continue to spending it here, so they reluctantly agreed.

In an incense stick, the Jin Constable who came out of the cellar looked extremely ugly. From the wound, it can be seen that Mr. Qiu and his servants met extremely powerful enemies during their lifetime. The other party even showed mercy at one time, hurting their muscles and bones to repel them.

Detective Jin also found pine needles on several people. This kind of thing can be used as a hidden weapon to penetrate deep into the skin and even bone fractures.

Not to mention fatal injuries, everyone lost their lives almost at the same time.

There are two people who do it, and they can distinguish them from the habit of making moves, the strength and method of starting.

Although Ningtai City has many masters, the one who can do this - Constable Jin doesn't need to continue guessing to know the answer. Because of this, his face looks particularly ugly.

"It seems that the Golden Constable has gained a lot?" Huang Yang said confidently.

Constable Jin was not willing to reveal his words. He clasped his fists perfunctorily: "We need to investigate further and say goodbye."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and a large group of Ulala followed.

The ambushed masked man hesitated for a while and went to chase the gold constable.

"Yes, she wants a rabbit, I'll find a tree stump." Meng Qi said to himself.

Mo Li was too lazy to cover someone's mouth.

Huang Yang was tortured this night and was already tired. Seeing that the fish-bellied belly was faintly revealed in the sky in the east, he yawned and called the soldiers to guard. Anyway, no one dared to break into the patrol yamen during the day. Even if he came, he was a figure on the official side, and he could not stop him.

Huang Yang has no official residence. A low-ranking official like him either rents a house outside or lives in a side room in the yamen.
To be continued...